Aahh.. the school holidays. What better time than now for the school kids to infest the floors of KLCC, swarming my path to lunch via the escalators, lifts, walkway and every other inch of the building.

Nah, I don’t mind the primary school kids, they’re adorable.

I’m talking about the high rolling super magical outrageously over the edge extreme living children of Chuck Norris that are the secondary school kids.. ageing 13 – 17 I’d presume.

Now, it’s not that they’re that much of annoyance, to me at least. No, really.. should they not have a major discussion in front of the escalators as people are going back to work, I couldn’t really be bothered.

Nevertheless, they aren’t showering me with flowers and potpourris as I prance along a red carpet made out of their backs either.

So where do I really stand on this one?

It doesn’t matter. I can’t do anything about it.

Anyway, I was walking down the stairs to the train station and saw these three kids smoking. A glance at them, one couldn’t really give a damn. But seconds after passing through, I realized that they are the perfect representation of their generation. And I went back a few steps..

What's the matter with you? Huh? Were so bored to play such imagination in your head? Hey Manana, it's not normal to dream about three prepubescent male teens. Unless you're a priest or a scoutmaster. And to condescend these fictional characters in such manner. Seriously, get some help.